It's quiet, the autumn air is crisp as the breeze rolls through and brushes your hair off your shoulders. The nights are creeping in earlier as the season changes to that restful weather that encourages sweaters, campfires, and a good book as the leaves change, but that's not what's in store for you tonight. Your heart seemingly beats out of your chest as you hide behind the largest tree you can find. It's so vague how you got here; it all happened so fast.
You were on a nice, calm trail run when a face that looks familiar passes you with a sinister smile. The hairs on the back of your neck stand up as you try to remember where you'd seen him before. He smelled good… odd considering where you are. You try to shake off the worry, but somehow you know you're being followed. As your run comes to a walk to cool off, head back to your car as quickly as possible without looking suspiciously aware. The ground beneath you becomes firmer; you know that means you're getting closer to the parking lot, but it feels like your stalker is getting closer.
Finally, you get to your car. Dusk has been setting in, but there's still plenty of light for now. A sense of safety washes over you. There's no one in sight, and you're slowly taking off your running shoes so that you don't track mud and dirt all over the car, when suddenly, a hand grabs your neck from behind, turns you around, and slams you against the door. Before you can process, the other hand has somehow gripped both hands, and they're pinned above your head. He looks at you deep in the eyes as you study his face, desperately trying to remember who he is. You struggle, try to pull one of your hands out as you start to panic because he's just so damn strong that you're barely making any movement. The hand around your throat tenses. This makes you almost stop as it gets harder to breathe. He leans in closer… his eyes are such an intense blue that they seem to pierce yours. He leans in close and takes a deep breath.
"I can smell the fear on you."
As his words flow out and blanket your ears, you accidentally let out a slight whimper. A wave of pleasure races over you. When you're able to recompose yourself, you notice a grin come across his lips.
"You don't remember me, do you?"
"No! Let go of me! Get off"
"We both know that neither of us wants that."
He was right. You don't, but still, you don't know who this is! You try to squirm even more as you falsely protest his grip.
"I thought you'd be more difficult to capture with how much shit you talk. So, tell me, are you just this easy to control, or is your body telling you to stop resisting?"
"FUCK YOU! LET ME GO YOU FREAK"
His hand grips even tighter around your throat.
"Don't worry, we'll work on your manners."
As he focuses on your throat, you notice his hands that are pinning your arms loosen just enough to slip out. With that, you're able to catch him off guard enough to push him off balance so you can run.
Shoes untied, you sprint back into the trails. Who was that guy? What does he want? Why was I enjoying that? What's he going to do if he catches me? These race through your head as you run as fast as you can to try and put enough distance between the two of you so you can try and find a place to hide.
You can hear his feet rustling the leaves behind you. Adrenaline is coursing through your veins, giving you the speed you never thought possible, but annoyingly, in the back of your head, there's a voice that's saying you should let him catch you. You can't hear him behind you anymore. So you duck behind the largest tree you can find. Desperately trying to slow and quiet your breath so he can't hear you. Tears start to form as you hear his steps get closer.
"I know your scent, Babygirl. You may be able to hide for a little while, but I will catch you eventually. Your pheromones are practically calling me."
"What is this guy, a fucking bloodhound?!" You think to yourself
Luckily, an animal or something rustles further down the trail, and he takes off towards the noise. As quietly as possible, you emerge from your hiding spot and try to backtrack as quickly as possible to your car.
You've made it; it's almost pitch black if not for the single streetlight at the end of the road. You quickly slip into your car, not even bothering with the shoes. Frantically, you search for your keys. Where could they have dropped? Grabbing at your pockets, scrambling your hands across the floor, you reach for the spare in the center console, when suddenly a belt wraps around your neck, pulling you tight to the headrest. Once again, he whispers in your ear…
"I told you, you won't get away."
And once again, chills are sent up and down your spine, and a heat grows between your legs.
"Now, here's how it's going to go. You're going to move here to the backseat slowly. I'm going to give you a nice little pillow to kneel on while I tie a hand to the back of the driver and passenger seat so you're nice and spread open for me."
"Hell no, I'm not doing any of that shit!"
The belt tightens, making it almost impossible to breathe."
"I told you, you're going to learn some manners. If you won't do as you're told, I'll just cut off your air until you pass out, and I'll tie you up anyway."
As your vision starts to go, you try to scream "Okay!" but it just comes out as a pathetic huff, but it was enough for him to loosen his grip. As you gasp and cough, trying to bring the oxygen back as quickly as possible. He places the hand that isn't holding the belt on his face and rests his elbow on his knee as he condescendingly waits for you to regain your composure. Once your breathing returns to normal, you shoot back a glare at him.
"Ouuuu, if looks could kill!" He said sarcastically
"What the fuck do you want?!"
"You've got a funny way of showing it."
"Stalling won't work for you. Get back here before I actually make you pass out."
Begrudgingly, you start to crawl to the backseat looking for any other opportunity to escape, but when you put your hand on the back of the seat to stabilize, he quickly slaps one cuff around your left wrist and the headrest post.
"Did you think I'd be stupid enough to give you another chance to get away? Fool me once…"
As you're able to swing your legs around to the floor, he places a pillow under each knee while your legs are spread open by the center console.
You glare at him over the top of your brow, and he sighs and rolls his eyes as he grabs your other arm as you desperately try everything to avoid him cuffing you spread open like that. If he's going to get you like that, you're going to wear him down at least, so maybe he doesn't have the energy for whatever comes next. As you try to bring your right arm as close as possible to your body, while you struggle against his strength, one of his arms reaches to your left side and widely pinches between your floating ribs and hips. A scream escapes your lips as he continues to tickle your side, and roaring laughter flows through as you completely forget that you're trying to keep your right arm away. You just try to wiggle away from his other hand while your body practically crumbles, and all strength abandons you. The next thing you notice is the clicking of your right hand to the opposite headrest.
Your heart races, and panic is truly setting in. How could this guy possibly know how ticklish you are? Is this what he wanted? Who is this guy? Is he getting off on this? How am I going to get out of here?
"You really don't remember me, do you?"
"Fuck no! Why are you doing this?!"
"I guess it's a little fair, I don't exactly look how I did back when you "knew" me, but you haven't aged a day. I saw you in the mall the other day, and it all came rushing back. You used to wave hi when I tried to talk to you, but just kept walking. You had no problem borrowing my notes, but you were always too busy to hold a conversation. You'd bend over the chair backward to crack your back, and all I could imagine was seeing just how sensitive that soft little waist was… especially all stretched out like that. You'd wear sexy platform heels in the summer, and I'd watch you dangle them by your toes as you fidget during the lectures, knowing that with how smooth they were, they had to be wildly ticklish. I noticed that sometimes when even the slightest breeze or paper that was being passed out grazed your neck, that you'd quickly squirm away and sometimes even squeal."
An epiphany came through his monologue, and you realized where you recognized him from. Anatomy class in college almost 6 years ago. He used to be so quiet, and as he aged, he grew a beard, his jaw became stronger, and he was barely recognizable.
"I knew I had to have you back then, but fresh out of high school, I was still young and too shy to try and ask anyone out. But after college, I started working at a UFC gym. I walk taller, and I'm far bolder, so when I saw you, I knew I could finally have you. I followed you, saw you start working out, and always liked running this route, but with how ticklish you were, I knew it was unlikely you'd willingly agree to this, so I had to catch you off guard. Luckily for me, a quick social media search, and I found you on none other than FetLife. I know how much you liked to be choked, dominated, and chased. Abduction fantasies, CNC, and lo and behold… tickling. Now you also frequently mention how much you can't stand it because you're so hypersensitive, but that's okay because you have no choice. I plan to explore every inch of your body and see where you are most sensitive and just how little it takes to bring you to insanity. Now, I understand why you didn't notice me before, but that doesn't mean I won't punish you for it. Not to mention, I'm a man of my word, and as I said, you're going to learn some manners."
"You're insane. You can't do this to me. I'll scream, someone will hear! I'll escape. I'll…"
He places a hand over your mouth as he starts scribbling in your underarms, and your screams are muffled into his palms.
"MMMMMMMMFFMMMMM…. AHHHHHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA FFFFFFUUUUUCKKKKKK YYYYOOOOUUUUU…..SSSSSSSSSSSTTTTTTTTTTTOOOOOOOHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAPPPPPPPPP!" Can be made out even through the five-fingered gag
"You still think you can talk to me like that… It's going to be a long night for you, Princess."
Goosebumps all over your skin, and the warmth between your legs turns wet.
"Ohhh, do you like being called that? Pretty appropriate with your attitude, actually."
His hand moves from your mouth after what seemed like hours of crawling all around, up and down your arms, even though it hadn't even been five minutes. You desperately try to catch your breath as his hand glides up and down your body. He starts to unzip your jacket, only to find the only thing underneath is a delightfully low-cut sports bra. You look up to see him practically drooling over the sight of the sweat beading down your breasts and flowing down into your cleavage. It turned you on a little to see how much he was craving you. As he went to brush a few hairs off your neck, you jolted away, thinking he was about to go for your neck. A smile once again grew on his face. The menacing look in his eyes was barely enough warning for when one of his hands moved behind your head, gripped a fistful of your hair, drew your neck back, and exposed all of one of your most sensitive areas. Slowly, his hand crept up your waist, your stomach, your breasts until he reached your neck. Tears fill your eyes. You know you're in trouble. No one ever tickles you here; you're always able to squirm away, you can't even stand when someone kisses you on the neck, but as you try to shake your head, raise your shoulders, move, anything to minimize where he could attack, possibly. His fingers grip along the middle, almost like he'd be trying to take a pulse while his thumb came to the front. Once he started contracting his hands, you let out a scream that could've shattered glass. You wiggle, shake, and pull against your restraints, trying absolutely anything to shift his grip even the slightest bit. As you scream, he quickly shifts his grip from your hair to your mouth, still pulling your head back plenty to keep the area taught. Sweat and tears mix, streaming down your face. When he lets your head come forward, it sags. You're physically and mentally exhausted, and it's only been 7 minutes.
"Wow, that spot is really bad for you, isn't it?
"Fuck you. Let me go! I won't tell anyone!"
"Ohhh, I'm nowhere near finished with you yet, princess."
He reaches down and unzips your bra, as your tits spill out, the breeze feels nice, but now you're painfully aware that he has even more areas to tickle. He gropes and plays with your breasts, and his hands glide easily from the sweat, lubricating his touch. Embarrassingly, another moan escapes your lips. The second he hears it, his hands move to your waist and start pinching, moving up and down your torso so your body never gets used to the tickling.
"FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK HAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAAHAHAH SSSSSSSSSSSSSSTTTTTTTTTOPPPPPPPPPPP HAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA IIIIIIIIIIIIIIMMMMMMMMMM TTTTTTTTTOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO TTTTTTTTTIIIIIIIIIIIIICCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKKLLLLLLLLLLLLLIIIIIIIIIIIIIIISSSSSSSSSSSSHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!! YYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUUUUUU HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA CCCCCCCCCCAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNNNNNTTTTTTTTTTTTTT AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA"
He stops his assault on your ribs and pulls your head back so your eyes are level with his. With his other hand, he reaches into your pants and is delightfully surprised by how soaking wet you are from this. His fingers start to explore your swollen pussy, gliding over every pedal as you gently moan into the night, accidentally pressing your hips into his hand, until he grazes over your clit, and the second he does, you clench with a scream, forcing his hand out of your pants.
"Someone is certainly enjoying herself, but don't tell me that your sweet little clit is ticklish too?"
You do everything to avoid eye contact in case he could see the terror in your eyes.
Without a thought, you do as you're told, and his eyes look almost endearing; you're lost in his gaze, like you'd never want to look away.
"Good girl, we're getting there. I still need to explore those delectable feet that you consistently teased me with, so I'll make you a bargain. I'll release myself, but then you'll lie down in the back, and I get to try to make you cum for five minutes. If you don't orgasm, then I'll leave, and you'll never hear from me again…but if you do, then you come with me so I can tie you and spread you out properly so I can tickle every single inch of your gloriously sensitive body."
You've never come in five minutes; this hell is almost over. He will never be able to pull this off.
He laid down the seats, released the cuffs, and you lay down knowing that in only 5 minutes, he'll never be able to tickle you like that again! He takes out his phone and sets it beside you with the five-minute timer ready to go. He looks at you as he slowly and sensually pulls down your pants, caressing your legs as they become more and more exposed. Now your underwear. When his fingers go to hook the waistband, his fingers graze over the most sensitive spot on your hips, and you buck away quickly, trying to sit up.
"I wasn't even trying yet, princess. You're in such trouble, and I'm not sure you're ready for it."
"Fuck off. Let's get this over with so I can go home."
Your panties slide down and are tossed to the side. He nods to start the timer as he lies on his chest between your legs. Your clit is swollen and begging for more attention while you try to hide how much your pussy is aching and pulsing to be used by him. You start the timer, trying to keep your head anywhere but here. One of his fingers slides inside you while the other hand wraps around your legs and pulls your skin back, ensuring his tongue can easily find your sensitive clit. It's only been 30 seconds, and your body is already betraying you. Your hips start to move, to drive his finger deeper as he slides a second one inside of you. They curl to perfectly stroke your G-spot and press your clit even more onto his perfect tongue as it moves with the same steady pressure and speed, and his hand while he fingers you. A single minute passes, and you feel yourself clenching down on him; you feel yourself starting to get closer to the edge. You start to moan and breathe heavily, and you start to panic. Your juices are flowing, and you feel a puddle start to form beneath you, one minute and thirty-seven seconds, an orgasm rushes over you. Your chest rises into the air as you moan and scream into the night, your legs shake, your eyes roll back in your head… There's just one problem… he hasn't stopped. His tongue continues, his hands still thrusting, and as your brain comes out of the fog of this earth-shattering orgasm, you start to panic. His tongue instantly becomes a weapon as your clit is more sensitive than ever. You try your best to squirm, but the arm around your waist pins you down.
"NOOOOOOOOO WWWWWAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIITTTTTTTTTTTTTTT STOP!!!! DEAR GODS, STOP! JEEEEEEEEEEESSSSUUUUUUUSSSSSSS FFFUUUUUUUCKKKKKKKKK IT TICKLES SO FUCKING BAD!!!!!!!! FUCKING STOOOOOOOOOOPPPPPPP AHHAHHAHHAHHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHA"
"Noooooo princess, the timer hasn't gone off yet."
You look over, two minutes and fifty-one seconds.
"IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII ALLLLLLLHAHAHAHHARRRRRRRRRRREEEEEEHEHEHEHEHEHDDDDDDDDDDDYYYYYYYYYY LOOOOOOOOSSSSSSSSSSSSSTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT HAHAHAHAHHA FUCKKKK! PPPPPLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLHEHEHHEHHHEHEEHHEHEHEAAAAAAAASSSSSSSSSSSSEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! I CAN'T FUCKING HEHEHEHHEHEHEHEHEHE TTTTTTTAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKEEEEEEEEEEEEEE IIIIIIITTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT"
"Look at that, a please…" He says as he looks up, his beard dripping with your juices.
"I told you I'd teach you some manners! But unfortunately for you, I'm not stopping. Not unless you beg like a good girl."
"FFUUUCKKKK PPPLEEEHEHEHEHESSSSEEEEEE PPPLLLLLEEEEEAAAAASSSSEHEHEHEHEHEHE PPPPPPPPLLLLLLHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHEHEHEHEEHHEHEHAAAAAAAAAAAAASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!! SSSSSSSSSSSSTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHHAHPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP!!!!!!! IIIIIIIIIIIIIII' LLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL DOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHOHOHOHOHOHO AAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNYYYYYYYYYYYYTHHHHHHHHHHEHEIIIIIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGGGEHHEHEHE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
"Is that right? Anything??? So when we get back to my house, you'll strip and get into whatever bondage I tell you to without any fuss, just like a good girl?"
"YYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSSSS YYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYHEHEHHHEHHEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHHEHEHSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS ANNNNNNNYYYYYYYYYYYTHHHHHHHHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG JJJJJJJJJJJJJJJUUUUUUUUUUUHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSTTTTTTTTTTTTTTHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAH PPPPPPPPPPLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLEEEEEEEEEEEEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE LLLLLLLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEVVVVVVVVVVVVVVEEEEEEEEEEEEHEHEHEHEHEHHEEHEHEHEHE MMMMMMMMMMMMMYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY CCCCCCCCCCLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIITTTTTTTTTTTTTTT AAAAAAAAAAALLLLLLLLLLLLLOOOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNNNNNNEEEEEEEEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
"Let's go, princess. We've barely begun."
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